One person: I was already fighting the Heavenly Master, but the system just came

"My master once said, 'Without rules, there will be no order.' No matter the day, the hour, or the moment, we must abide by the rules."

"What master? I don't have a master. When that old man gave up the relationship I had with him for so many years, I lost my master. What did he ever teach me? Humph."

The senior brother snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense. I have already destroyed all your martial arts skills. How do you plan to fight me? I'm afraid you are powerless now. You are still stubborn even though you are about to die."

Master Jie Kong slapped him with a powerful palm, just like in the past.

"Why would I come here to die?"

Even my senior brother was surprised.

Back then, he clearly took advantage of Jie Kong's unpreparedness at the moment before he fell off the cliff and shattered his body with a slap.

Now, how could it be?

"What do you mean?" The senior brother looked at him in surprise.

The same went for the people around him. It was clear that Master Jiekong had never shown any sign of knowing martial arts over the years.

You wouldn't have to endure for so many years just because of what happened today, right? Buddhists never use oracle bones for divination.

"I am ready for a fight to the death." Master Jiekong said calmly.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar at the scene.

"Junior brother, you are really crazy!" Even the senior brother was surprised.

What this means is that this will be the last period of Master Jiekong's life.

Burning the health bar in exchange for a chance to fight is really terribly paranoid.

Is it really worth it?
A thousand people have a thousand different answers, but Master Jiekong's resolute eyes have never wavered in the slightest.

Master Jiekong's disciples standing nearby felt distressed, but they also suddenly understood what Master Jiekong had just told them.

Amid the crowd's whispers of admiration and respect, the disciples knelt down one after another and kowtowed to Master Jiekong.

Where in life do we not meet?
"Master Jiekong, you are so selfless! For the sake of justice, you are willing to sacrifice your own life." Others praised.

The more praise one receives, the more closed one becomes.

Master Jiekong's opponent is such an arrogant and domineering madman who attempts to dominate the martial arts world.

The title of Morning Star was once given to this person!
Alas! It is a sin.

When the battle began, Master Jiekong put his hands together, chanted Buddhist mantras, and performed Shaolin martial arts.

Although Jie Kong's face was calm, a feeling of determination surged in his heart.

Today, no matter what the outcome is, he has done his best to eliminate the harm for the people!
He closed his eyes tightly and mobilized all the internal strength in his body.

Behind him, the shadow of a giant Buddha slowly emerged.

The giant Buddha was solemn and dignified, emitting a soft golden light, as if blessing Jiekong.

"This this!!"

No one expected that Master Jiekong had actually reached the realm of meditation and entered heaven.

Jie Kong was ready to fight to the death, and he put all his life and faith into this final blow.

When the senior brother saw this, his face changed slightly.

He couldn't believe that Jie Kong actually had such a talent.

When he worked hard, he never saw such results.

In just this short year, Jie Kong, a loser, has reached such a level!
But he refused to show weakness.

The senior brother shouted suddenly, and the yin and yang energies in his body surged rapidly.

He pushed his palms forward, and his right palm was instantly wrapped in the scorching sun flame. The flames burned fiercely, and the surrounding air was distorted by the burning.

The sun flames rushed towards Master Jiekong like jumping sparks.

Wherever it passed, the ground was burnt and emitted a pungent smell.

Master Jie Kong did not dare to underestimate him, as he knew very well how powerful Yang Yan was.

Over the years, he has been traveling around the world, and many murders have resulted in people asking him and his disciples to help chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures to resolve the resentment of the corpses.

Jie Kong had never expected that among the numerous bloody incidents, one of them was actually the work of his senior brother.

Thinking of this, Jie Kong held the Shaolin stick in his hand horizontally.

The stick body radiates a layer of faint golden light, which is the "Buddha's Light Protecting the Body" in Shaolin stick techniques.

Master Jiekong calmly tapped the ground with his stick, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and used his inner strength to resist the scorching sun flames that were coming towards him.

The sun flame hit the golden light of the stick, making a crackling sound and sparks flying, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

However, the brother's offensive did not stop there.

He waved his left palm, and a cold, frosty air spread out.

The frosty air and the sun flame blended together, forming an extremely strange scene.

Frost condensed at the edge of Yangyan, turning into sharp ice spikes, which shot towards Master Jiekong along with Yangyan.

Master Jiekong only felt a chill coming towards him. The speed of the ice spikes was extremely fast, like waves of hidden weapons.

He swiftly waved the Shaolin stick, performing the "Flying Stick Shadows" technique. The long stick transformed into countless stick shadows in front of him, which were impenetrable, trying to block the attack that was mixed with sun flame and ice.

If he had not been able to withstand such a double attack, he would have been no different from those who were tortured to death.

Seeing that Yangyan and Bingshuang's first round of attacks failed, the senior brother took a deep breath, and the yin and yang energies in his body circulated wildly, and began to merge the two.

"Jie Kong, you have made great progress. However, it is time to show you what real skills are."

These words were spoken with extraordinary arrogance and disrespect.

But he just put his palms together, then slowly opened them, and a chaotic energy ball formed between his palms.

In this energy ball, heat and cold flashed alternately.

Sometimes flames erupt, sometimes ice condenses.

Those who just stood by and watched the battle were forced into this situation of ice and fire.

It’s all because this guy’s power is too strong, and the surrounding spiritual energy has been affected.

Everyone was worried about Master Jiekong.

Suddenly, the senior brother threw the chaotic energy ball towards Master Jiekong.

The energy ball continued to grow larger during the flight, and the power it contained became more and more terrifying.

Master Jie Kong looked solemn, he knew that the power of this attack was far greater than the previous one.

He stood firmly with his feet, held the Shaolin stick upright in front of him, gripped the stick handle tightly with both hands, and mobilized all his internal strength to infuse it into the stick.

"Shaolin Staff Technique - Demon-Subduing Pestle." Master Jie Kong shouted, and a strong golden light appeared on the top of the staff.
The light was like a giant pestle, rushing towards the flying ball of chaotic energy.

The moment the two collided, there was a loud bang that shook the earth.

The light and chaotic energy intertwined and collided with each other.

The powerful impact force spread in all directions.

The surrounding trees broke one after another under the impact of this force, and the fallen leaves were shattered into pieces.

The crows hiding in the trees waiting to pick up the corpses died in an unclear manner.

Even though he tried his best to resist, Master Jiekong was still shocked and retreated again and again.

His feet left two deep marks on the ground, and every step back seemed to use up all his strength.

But fortunately, his senior brother was not feeling well either.

The recoil force caused his blood to boil and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Helplessly, the senior brother quickly steadied himself.

As expected, he once again activated the Chaos Yin-Yang Body-Breaking Divine Art.

Master Jie Kong's eyes were determined. He endured the injuries in his body, propped himself up on the ground with his long stick, and used the force to jump high.

"Shaolin Staff Technique: Flying Crane Soaring to the Sky."

If a man does not sing, then he will be amazing. If a crane does not fly, then he will soar into the sky. Master Jiekong adjusted his posture in the air and stabbed his brother with his long stick like a sharp arrow.

At the moment when the senior brother dodged sideways, he transformed the frost power into sun flame, and wrapped around Master Jiekong's long stick, trying to melt the stick.

Master Jie Kong quickly flipped in the air, withdrew his long stick, and then performed the whirlwind sweeping leaves technique from the Shaolin stick technique.

He spun rapidly with himself as the center.

The long stick created a strong whirlwind, which was mixed with his internal energy and blew away his brother's Yang Yan.

At the same time, it also forced the senior brother to retreat again and again.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light appeared between the two of them.

Everyone only heard the elder brother say: "After so many years, you are still using the same old moves. You really have no intention at all. The 72 Shaolin stick moves can stop here."

When the light faded, everyone looked closely and saw Master Jiekong lying on the ground, no longer breathing.

There was a trace of peace on his face, as if he had realized something in the last moment of his life.

And that abominable person is still alive!

"Master Jiekong!" someone in the crowd shouted in grief.

Jie Kong devoted his entire life to the cause, but now he has ended up like this. How can we not feel sorry for him?
"Humph, Junior Brother, you still lose."

Just when the senior brother was feeling proud, Master Jiekong's body turned into a golden ball of light and attacked the senior brother.

In an instant, the brother's physical strength was disintegrated!
"You!" He turned back in disbelief, but Master Jiekong's body had disappeared without a drop of blood shed, successfully foiling Wu Gensheng's plan.

Everyone was even more grief-stricken.

Master Jiekong would rather lose the chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation than save the people from danger.

Just when everyone was still immersed in grief and shock over Jie Kong's death, Wu Gensheng made new moves.

A figure walked out slowly again.

The person who came was short and sturdy, and his steps were steady.

But he was wearing a mask, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

Everyone's eyes turned to this person, their hearts filled with doubt and vigilance.

The man walked to the center of the field and suddenly reached out to take off his mask.

And underneath that mask was a Japanese face.

Seeing this face, the expressions of some martial arts veterans instantly became solemn.

This man's name was Higashiyama, and he was a master among Japanese ninjas. He had once caused a bloody storm in the martial arts world.

Bi Heshan's gaze fell fiercely on Chu Yang, his eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent.

He slowly drew out the long knife from his waist.

"Chu Yang, today is your end!" Bi Heshan said gritting his teeth.

After saying that, he walked step by step towards Chu Yang on the sacrificial platform.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of Chu Yang.

When everyone looked closely, they saw that it was an old man with disabled legs being pushed out.

The old man had a thin face, but his eyes revealed determination and wisdom.

Everyone was puzzled, as most people had never seen this person before.

Only some elderly people showed expressions of joy and confusion on their faces the moment they saw him.

And Lu Ci knelt down excitedly, watching the man shed tears of happiness, and repeatedly called out: "Brother!"

"What?! This old man is actually the eldest son of the Lu family." Many people were surprised.

Back then, there was a thrilling battle between the eldest master of the Lu family and Biheshan.

In that battle, although the eldest master of the Lu family killed many ninjas of Biheshan, he also unfortunately had his legs cut off by Biheshan.

After that, he never appeared in public again.

Everyone thought that he was overwhelmed and perhaps... had passed away.

I never thought that he would appear again today.

Although he is disabled, it is better than dying.

The eldest young master of the Lu family looked at Bi Heshan and said coldly: "Bi Heshan, you evil villain, the accounts from the past should be settled today."

Back then, Bi Heshan used vicious means to torture all 72 people in the Lu family, including men, women, and children, to death.

This hatred was like a nightmare, lingering in the mind of the eldest young master of the Lu family forever and could never be shaken off.

When Bi Heshan saw the eldest young master of the Lu family, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed arrogantly: "Just relying on a cripple like you, you think you can stop me?"

The eldest young master of the Lu family was not moved at all. He gently clapped his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, and two arrows shot out from the armrests like lightning.

Bi Heshan dodged it easily with a flash of his body.

"You think you can deal with me with just this little trick?"

After saying that, Biheshan leaped up and attacked with his sword again.

"Little Japanese devils, I'm sure you will never understand it in your lifetime."

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late."

"You guys will always be nothing but copycat dogs."

The eldest son of the Lu family calmly pulled out a long sword from under the wheelchair.

The blade is exceptionally sharp.

Whenever the eldest son of the Lu family recalled the 72 members of the Lu family who died tragically, he would take out his sword and sharpen it.

Even if the sword is placed on the ground without moving, branches swaying in the wind and accidentally blowing past will be cut off, which can be said to be cutting iron like mud.

Although the eldest master of the Lu family is disabled, his swordsmanship is still as powerful as it was in the past.

He used his sword in an unconventional way, deftly resolving Biheshan's attack.

Each sword stabbed at Biheshan's vital points.

Bi Heshan didn't expect that the eldest young master of the Lu family had such powerful swordsmanship, and he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

He used Japanese ninjutsu, his figure appeared and disappeared, trying to disrupt the sight of the eldest young master of the Lu family.

But the eldest son of the Lu family was a veteran of the battlefield and was well prepared.

He closed his eyes. Although his legs were disabled and he had difficulty moving, his sharper hearing allowed him to move his sword with his body, achieving a state of true unity between man and sword.

The eldest son of the Lu family forced Biheshan to retreat again and again.

Biheshan's attacks became more and more fierce, and every strike of his sword was deadly.

The eldest son of the Lu family was not to be outdone. He used steady sword skills and defeated the enemy with every move.

Seeing that he couldn't kill him, Biheshan decided to change his approach.

Anyway, it would be a draw no matter how they fight, so why not just drag it out.

As Bi Heshan had expected, as the battle continued, the eldest master of the Lu family gradually felt exhausted.

After all, his legs are disabled and he has difficulty moving.

The long battle took a huge toll on him.

Bi Heshan also noticed that the eldest son of the Lu family was running out of strength, so he seized the opportunity and chopped him down with all his strength.

The sword was powerful and heavy, carrying all his strength and murderous intent.

Upon seeing this, the eldest son of the Lu family took a deep breath and used all his strength to block the sword upwards.

With a loud "clang", the flash of swords and sabers passed by, and the surrounding trees were unfortunately destroyed again.

The eldest son of the Lu family only felt a strong force coming. Biheshan's sword skills were indeed brutal and domineering. (End of this chapter)